LOGINBefore the drop tower started, my best friend gave a look, and my boyfriend, with perfect tacit understanding, suddenly unbuckled his safety harness and ran off with her. I was left completely stunned on the drop tower by myself. My boyfriend stood in the safety zone with a beaming smile. "Freya said you're a scaredy-cat and need to be frightened more to get braver, so you're riding alone." The drop tower started. Looking at my comical appearance when terrified, my best friend held her stomach, laughing uproariously as she took photos. My boyfriend opened his mouth to say something as he helplessly steadied the camera lens for her. I couldn't hear the words he said, but I guessed it must have been: "Once you've laughed enough, don't tease her again. It's bad enough Cleo's so shy." I'm a timid person. Growing up together for twenty years, this was always how they accompanied me to build my bravery. When we were little, my best friend intentionally threw pebbles to draw over stray dogs. Then, he carried her on his back to climb up a wall, leaving me to be chased by the dogs and run all over the courtyard. During high school, in the vaulting class, my best friend suddenly pulled away the mat. He laughed and kicked away the rolling foam pad, watching me receive two bloody gashes from the impact. In college, we went on a night hike together. My best friend intentionally shook me off, and he followed her into the bushes to make noises, leaving me in the dark, so terrified I couldn't catch my breath. Every single time I shook with fear, it was met with a bout of loud laughter from my best friend. And standing behind her, he was forever saying a single phrase: "Don't do it next time." However, each "next time" would turn into a new joke for her happiness. The drop tower climbed to twenty meters, and the sensation of weightlessness pushed right up to the back of my throat. Suddenly, though, I felt there was nothing left to be afraid of. The drop tower reached the ground, and two pairs of hands reached over to support me. I pushed them away. "From now on, I don't need you guys to help me build my courage anymore."
View MoreI looked at him.There were tears in his eyes, but his gaze carried a seriousness that had never been there before."Don't you have to work?""I took a long leave of absence."I stared at him. "Tyler, what are you doing here? I won't go back with you just because you stay."He didn't speak, his eyes turning only a bit red."You don't have to go back with me. I'll just stay right here. You go about your business, and I won't disturb you."Every day after that, Tyler stayed at the village elementary school.He helped Mr. Davis repair the leaking roof, helped Mrs. Smith chop firewood, and played basketball in the courtyard with the children.He bought a pile of food and supplies, but every time he handed them to me, I'd say, "No need." So, he would place them at the door of my dormitory without saying much else.He persisted for a month until the rainy season set in. That night, a torrential rain suddenly poured down in the mountains.A rumbling sound came from outside as s
She stood next to Tyler, her eye rims still red."Alright, what are you putting on a show for?"Freya repeated herself once more, her voice half a pitch higher than just now."Cleo, you've made enough of a scene, haven't you? Do you have any idea how anxious Andrea has been during the month you ran away? "Tyler looked for you every day, to the point of not even wanting his job anymore."He also rejected my confession, saying he likes you. Throwing a tantrum here for others to see, do you think you're so great?""I don't think I'm great.""Then stop putting on a show and follow..."I called her name."Freya."She paused."You said I won against you for once. What did I win against you?"Her lips moved."Since we were little, Mom preferred you, classmates revolved around you, and even the first person Tyler liked was you—"Tyler frowned. "That's not true!"I ignored him, continuing to look at Freya. "Did I win a mother who belittles me, or a boyfriend who ignores me? For
Mom spoke first.She sized me up from head to toe, her brows knitting together."How did you become so thin? And hiding away in a place like this, your face is so tanned. What kind of clothes are you wearing? Where did these pants come from?"She fired off a string of questions in that same tone of impatience and disgust. Her voice also carried a kind of blame that said, "How did you make yourself look like this again?" If it were the past, I would have already lowered my head to tug at my pants.I look down at myself, at the coarse cloth pants given to me by Mr. Davis' wife."They're fine. These pants are stain-resistant."Mom choked.Tyler took a step forward, the plastic bag swaying as he held it in his hand."Cleo, we brought you food. The brand of biscuits you love, and some fruit..."His voice was a little hoarse. His gaze never left my face, as if confirming whether I was still whole."I don't eat those anymore. I've never liked eating them. The steamed buns here are
The bus bumped along the winding mountain road for five hours.Elsie sat next to me, sleeping like a log. Her head was crooked against my shoulder, her drool nearly dripping onto my sleeve.I didn't push her away.I needed her to lean on me. Otherwise, sitting alone in this swaying, rattling iron box heading deep into the mountains, I was afraid I would jump off the bus and flee back.After getting off the bus, we transferred twice more.The so-called school was three one-story houses pieced together. One was the classroom, the other was the kitchen-slash-office, and the remaining one was a dormitory.There were two wooden bunk beds in the dormitory.During the night, someone knocked on the door.A small slip of paper was stuffed beneath the door crack.[Ms. Cleo, are you asleep? I'm Yasmine. I was worried you might be afraid of the dark, so I left my nightlight at your door. Open the door and take it.]Yasmine was my first student here.I pulled the door open with light ste






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